Farrow’s brows pinch at me in confusion. “There was semen…” I stare harder at him. Sudden realization sobers his face, but like a good friend, he doesn’t speak the answer; his eyes flit cagily to Lo. Lo is already glaring at me. “Whose semen?” I scratch the back of my head. I never thought he’d find out I broke this promise. Never imagined a scenario where he could or would need to know. My luck has completely run dry.
